Sex on the Beach [Libertine Island 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  Because of the time, there were only hurried introductions, but it seemed as if Holtzman had come alone, which was unfortunate, especially for her. Mike and Mal were off with Duncan, so she was forced, as a “staff” sub, to sit beside Holtzman during cocktails and keep him entertained.

  She pulled her chair as far from him as she could, but it wasn’t far enough. He immediately placed a hand on her knee and refused to dislodge it. She thought she was going to be physically ill, but since he’d come with Duncan and had the power to influence who got to work at the resort and who didn’t, she was afraid to rock the boat.

  At dinner, she was relieved to see Mike and Mal and quickly moved to her regular seat between then, but Holtzman had ruined her appetite, and she just kept pushing her food around her plate.

  “What’s wrong, Rebecca?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t lie to us, pet. Not unless you want your ass paddled so hard you won’t sit for a week.”

  “I’m not feeling well. I think I got too much sun.”

  “She does look flushed,” said Mike. He put his hand on her forehead. “She feels a bit warm. Maybe I should take her back to the cabin.”

  “No, no, I’m fine. You have guests here. There’s no need to abandon them. I’ll be fine once I have a bite to eat. I probably just got too much sun and got dehydrated, so maybe some water…”

  Rebecca felt her voice trail off. She hated lying, but she also didn’t want to cause trouble for the men. She could put up with Holtzman for a few days. She’d just take every opportunity to avoid him even if it meant she had to spend her days in the laundry or kitchens. Or maybe Brad would need a lot of personal training sessions and she wouldn’t have time for anyone else. He was a fire fighter, and he needed to keep fit. It would be her civic duty to help him out.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The first full day of the inspection wasn’t too bad. All of the visitors were given tours of the facility in the morning, and then after lunch they split up to try out various facilities. Luckily Joshua, Brad, and Kris wanted to try the couples exercise program. Since it was a threesome, Joshua topped Kris and Brad topped Rebecca while Mike led the session. At one point, Rebecca noticed that Mal had stopped in. She wanted to say hi, but then Brad whispered something wickedly funny in her ear and she started giggling as both Mal and Mike glared their way. Rebecca was exasperated. Yoga was not that serious. She was a yoga teacher, and she encouraged fun and laughter in her classes.

  She decided to forget about her grumpy Doms and enjoy the session with Brad. While Kris and Damon enjoyed the class, before the end, they had collapsed laughing onto the mat while they watched Brad and Rebecca put on a master class. Damon certainly enjoyed it. By the end of the session, his cock was tenting his shorts and he had his hand buried down the front of Kris’s yoga pants. Kris certainly seemed to be enjoying his attentions and was lying back and no longer paying attention to Brad and Rebecca as they finished the routine.

  When they were done, Brad held her tight and kissed her on the cheek. “We have to do this again before we leave. I wish you were in Seattle. We could be workout partners. Damon’s a runner, and Kris has to be dragged to the gym.” He looked over at Mal and Mike. “Except I think your Masters look like they want to throttle me.”

  “I don’t know why they are being so possessive. They set the boundaries of our relationship day one. We are in a D/s relationship until inspection is over. They decided it was the quickest way to get me up to speed on how to interact with the Doms and subs. Once inspection is over, we are supposed to evaluate things and decide whether we want to continue like this or change things in some way.”

  “What do you want?”

  She looked up at Brad. She could see the concern in his eyes. She’d known him less than a day, and she already knew she’d miss him when he left in a few days. “It’s not just up to me. Besides, I’ve signed a one-year contract, and after that, if my thesis passes muster, I’ll be back in the States teaching after the contract is up. I’ll make sure that Seattle is on the list of cities I interview in.” She stood up on tiptoe and kissed him.

  “Now I think you have a Dom and a sub who need your service.” She indicated Damon and Kris who were now both naked and panting on the floor. Damon looked up and smiled.

  “Clothes off now, boy. Girl’s pussy needs your oral service. Now.”

  Brad kissed her back and then quickly started stripping. Rebecca left the gym to give them some privacy, wishing things could be so lighthearted yet secure with her two men. She didn’t even know if they’d be hers after the inspection. Maybe they wouldn’t want to continue training her. And maybe that would be for the best. After all, the relationship had a one-year expiry stamped on it before it even began. Maybe it would be better for her to avoid relationships and just have fun. There were bound to be lots of hunky visiting Doms who would want to play with her and who she wouldn’t be risking her heart with.

  After that, Rebecca had a naked yoga session by the pool with several of the female subs including Andie and Jillian. The class emphasized flexibility that would assist with interesting sex positions. Again, their Doms watched and were extremely aroused by the time the class was over. Mike watched, too, and judging by the bulge in his pants, he was also aroused.

  Unfortunately Holtzman was also watching, his pants tented by an erection as he stared at Rebecca. He didn’t leave either when Mike demonstrated for the other Doms how certain positions were excellent for easy penetration or blow jobs. Holtzman stepped back into the shadows, but he still watched when all three Doms ended the session receiving blow jobs from their subs, but his gaze was mostly focused on Rebecca taking Mike’s cock deep in her throat. He made it hard for her to concentrate, and she almost gagged twice.

  Luckily, after that Rebecca could head back to the cabin to work on her thesis. Mike surprised her and offered to cancel her research sessions during the evaluation, but she insisted that she wanted to continue the routine. He looked puzzled but didn’t argue.

  The second day Rebecca taught the water-aerobics class she’d developed in the morning and a private yoga session with a female sub that wasn’t very flexible. She had three personal training sessions in the afternoon. The first client was a plump young woman named Suzy who was embarrassed by her lack of fitness. The session went quickly, and the young sub decided she wanted to train with Rebecca again before she left.

  “If all the gym trainers were like you, I’d probably spend more time working out,” she said, laughing. “Or maybe not, but I did enjoy the session.”

  Rebecca’s second client was Brad. He challenged Rebecca’s skill, and she had to work hard to push him, but by the end of the session they were both panting as he smiled at her with approval.

  “Damn you are good. Not many people can work me this hard. You really know your stuff. If you are ever in the Seattle area, I’d love to work with you on a regular basis.” He wrapped a sweaty arm around her. “By the way, I talked to Damon. If you really are serious about considering Seattle when your year here is done, get in touch. He has lots of contacts.”

  Touched, Rebecca hugged him tight, kissing his cheek in gratitude.

  They chatted for a few minutes until the door opened and her third client of the day entered. She was expecting one of the female subs, and she felt the stomach drop when Dr. Holtzman walked in smiling broadly.

  “Seems like you had a last-minute cancellation. Luckily I was available to fill in at the last minute.”

  Mike glanced over at her. It seemed to her that he’d hesitated for a second before plastering a smile onto his face and offering his hand to the other man. Since Mike had no way of knowing of her previous unpleasant experiences with Holtzman, she decided she was probably just imagining things and projecting her own feelings onto Mike.

  “I think you’ll find Rebecca is very good at what she does. I’m sure she’ll give you a good workout.”

  She quickly schooled her own face, but she f
eared that Brad had noticed something even if Mike had not. Brad looked at her, concern and confusion on his face. He clearly didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew she was upset even though she was trying hard to hide it. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say anything. She wasn’t sure if she got through to him, but he pressed his lips together and walked over to the treadmill.

  “Time for the rest of my cardio,” he announced and turned the machine on. Rebecca was grateful although neither Mike nor Holtzman seemed pleased. Mike took one last look around the gym, pausing to glare at Brad, and then walked to the door, announcing that he had promised to help Mal with something.

  Rebecca was doubly grateful to have Brad around when she realized just how close she came to being left alone with Holtzman.

  * * * *

  It felt the longest hour of her life having to touch and guide Holtzman through the workout. He was a truly despicable person, and he physically revolted her. His fitness level wasn’t bad, but he had the unbalanced physique of someone who built their upper body up and neglected their legs.

  She ran through the session speaking with and touching him as little as possible, but he took every opportunity to touch her. He was proud of his chest and arms and did the session wearing only a small pair of loose shorts with nothing underneath so he flopped around unattractively until later in the program where he managed to get his back turned to Brad and slid his hand between Rebecca’s legs out of the other man’s view. She yelped and tried to jump back, but he held her firm until Brad called out, asking some innocuous question about the machine he was using.

  She’d never been happier to have a session end and practically ran out of the gym when it was over. In the mirror, as she approached the door, she saw Holtzman move as if to stop her and Brad intervene. She didn’t stop and almost sprinted back to the cabin where she had a shower and then tried unsuccessfully to work on her thesis.

  The pre-dinner cocktail party in the lounge was actually kind of fun. Jillian and Kris monopolized her time. Dinner that night was somewhat tense, and she had trouble eating, pushing her food around the plate. There was no dancing after dinner tonight. Most of the guests went to the playroom afterward, but she excused herself with a headache. She would have loved to go with them. The playroom had just been finished, and she was dying to try out some of the equipment, but not with him around. She thought that maybe Mal or Mike would come back with her, but they just walked her to the cabin, gave her a quick kiss, and hurried back to join in the others in the playroom. Rebecca watched their departing backs and felt hurt even though they were just doing what she’d encouraged them to do.

  The third day dawned bright and sunny. It was another perfect day in paradise except for the serpent. Today’s schedule included another yoga class in the morning followed by another hour training Brad. It was such a pleasure working with someone so fit and cute and just plain nice. She could see why both Kris and Damon were so crazy about him.

  After lunch, she participated in a rope demonstration with Mal. Reluctantly she agreed to be naked for the demonstration. Her men loved to play with her in public, and she’d long since lost her inhibitions about being naked or even having sex in public, but she knew he would be there, watching and waiting. Worse, while the various couples watching tried out some of the techniques Mal demonstrated, Holtzman didn’t have a partner, so he practiced tying up Rebecca.

  Luckily Brad helped her out again by tossing her tank top over with a casual comment about not wanted to get sun or rope burned. Mal glared even more than Holtzman, but neither wanted to make a scene with the various guests around.

  She smiled gratefully at Brad before gritting her teeth and letting Holtzman tie her up. How bad could it be?

  * * * *

  Three showers later, she finished dressing for the cocktail party. At the pre-dinner cocktail party, it was two other subs that monopolized her time. She looked over to Brad and smiled gratefully at him. He may not know why she and Holtzman didn’t get along, but she suspected he was the one that made sure at least one other sub was with her at all times during the last few days. And she was grateful he didn’t tell Mal or Mike. They’d been acting strange lately, and while they would likely feel the need to confront Holtzman, maybe they wouldn’t and that would hurt too much, so she kept it from them, trying to tell herself that she was protecting them since a confrontation could cost them their jobs. She just had another twenty-four hours to get through and he’d be out of her life forever.

  Unfortunately, she couldn’t play sick another night without raising suspicions. But it was the last night, and she could get through it.

  She put on the beautiful royal-blue dress that her Doms had given her. And she managed to get through dinner very happily by sitting between Brad and Suzy. After dinner, there was dancing, most of it slow, which allowed the couples to hold each other close.

  She got to dance with both of her men. First it was Mike, who was every bit as skilled as expected, but then it was lovely to be in Mal’s arms, and while she wasn’t surprised at Mike’s skill, Mal’s smooth moves weren’t something she’d anticipated.

  Brad had danced with her twice, and she had a feeling he would have danced with her even more if Mal and Mike weren’t looking daggers at him.

  Then she danced with Brad’s Master, Joshua Redmeyne, who had two left feet and laughed heartily as she tried to keep him moving in time with the music. At times she almost forgot that Dr. Holtzman was in the lounge, watching her and waiting for his turn. She’d seen him dance a couple of times, but never with the same woman twice. It was clear that even with their Doms in the room, he couldn’t control himself around an attractive woman.

  “I’m sorry, sunshine.” Dr. Reymeyne’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “I love to dance and Kris and Brad refuse to dance with me anymore because I’ve stepped on their toes so often. So I’m afraid you are stuck with me.”

  “Never stuck, Dr. Redmeyne. In fact, I’d be happy to be your partner for the rest of the night.”

  “You are sweet, but I think your Masters won’t let me steal you away for that long. And now the song ends and it is time to return you to the brothers Reynolds. Perhaps we can do this again later.”

  “My pleasure!”

  And as he was walking her back to the couches, disaster struck. Or fortune. It all depended upon the viewpoint, thought Rebecca gleefully. When he’d stepped forward to kiss her hand, the good doctor had somehow stepped on the side of her shoe and the heel had snapped clean off.

  He’d apologized profusely, but she’d waved him off, grateful to have a legitimate excuse to leave the party. She might not even come back.

  “Don’t worry about it, Doctor. These shoes are dreadfully uncomfortable, and I’m happy to get rid of them, but please don’t tell Mal and Mike I said so. I didn’t want to hurt their feelings by not wearing their gift, and now I don’t have to. I’m just going to head back to the cabin and change my shoes. No one will ever notice I’m gone.”

  “At least let me escort you.”

  “No need. It’s a private property and perfectly safe. I will only be a few minutes, and then I’ll be back and no one will even realize I was gone.”

  Rebecca felt bad about the lie, but was pleased to have an excuse to duck out. She planned on calling from the cabin and telling the men that she wasn’t up to coming back. She’d take whatever punishment the decided to mete out, because it would be worth it to have the rest of the night Holtzman-free.

  She could see Holtzman on the other side of the room with Kris cornered. One part of her wanted to rescue her new friend, and the other knew that not only could Kris take care of herself, she had both Brad and Dr. Redmeyne to take care of her. She wished that she could rely on Mal and Mike the same way.

  Slipping out the door, she found a new spring in her step as she made her way down the path. It was a beautiful night, she thought, pausing to look up at the full moon and she wished she wasn’t alone to enjoy it. And she wished
she knew what was wrong with Mike and Mal. Until the last few days, she’d pretty much decided that, if they were willing, she’d keep their relationship as it was for the year she’d be at the resort. But now, the way they’d been the last few days, maybe it would be better if she moved into the staff quarters and took a step back from them.

  She went to walk again when she heard the footsteps and then felt the hand on her arm. At first she thought Mal or Mike had come to walk her back to the room, but then she felt the fingers tighten painfully, and she was almost yanked off her feet.

  “There you are, my little bitch. Did you think you could get away from me that easily?” He shoved his face close to hers. “Or maybe you wanted to lure me out here where we can be alone together?

  “Yes, I think that must be it. You almost had me fooled. You acted so outraged back at the university, but then I saw your face in that brochure on Dr. Reymeyne’s desk and I knew you were really the slut I thought you were. It was ridiculously easy to get myself invited on this trip. I came here for you, bitch. You are going to give me what you denied me before. In fact, you are going to give me a hell of a lot more. You’ve been letting two men fuck you, so I figure you’ll be happy to let a real man use you. We’ll start with a blow job.”

  “Let go of me or I’ll scream!”

  “You will not. You are so worried about those two assholes’ jobs that you won’t want to make a scene. I’ve been watching you tiptoe around. You are also worried that they might dump you if they find you with me. You should be worried. I’m very convincing. Ask the university president.

  “So suck my dick, you cunt, or I’ll get you and your boyfriends fired. Don’t forget, I’m part of the review committee now. This time I hold your future in my hands. So on your knees, bitch.”

  He twisted her arms, forcing her down with one hand while he undid his pants with the other. She was revolted to see him fist his semierect penis and push it toward her face.